Funny story. Since moving to Texas I was very interested in that southern treat–muscadine grapes. They aren’t that easy to find and it took me a couple years to track some down at a nursery some ways out of town.
Anyway, when I saw the vines for sale I exclaimed to my husband, “Look! Musca-deens!”
There happened to be an older gentlemen with reading glasses nearby. He looked up at me, peering over his glasses and said, “They are pronounced Musca-dine.”
He frowned slightly and his soft drawl made me feel like an ignorant Yankee. I immediately exclaimed my embarrassment. He seemed mollified.
I bought two vines. Of course, knowing nothing about them, I planted them and expected a good crop of grapes. I also found another one and planted it by itself an acre away.When nothing happened I read up on them.
Erb. Male and females pollinators? I must have had them all in the wrong spots. I moved the two to the one. They survived but I expected nothing this year.
However, I got one, count it, one grape off one vine and now look what I have on another vine. 😂
Next year should be better.